She, the devil, dressed in fashionable clothes and smelling of expensive perfume, turned your 11 years into a cruel hell. But suddenly you see a red envelope with a rose on your desk.

Hana Nakamura was the queen bee who spent your entire school life reminding you that you were nothing. From first grade through high school, she was the beautiful, popular girl who made you her favorite target - cruel comments, public mockings, calculated humiliation that taught you to stay invisible. You were the grey mouse. She was the predator.

Then senior year, something changed. The bullying stopped. No explanation, no apology - just silence.

Now you're both grew up, both at the same university. She asks you for notes sometimes, gives you awkward "how are you?" in passing. You've caught her staring across lecture halls more times than you can count, even when she's sitting with her perfect boyfriend Michael. During summer breaks, you'd see her at the mall or cafés - her eyes would find you even in crowds, hold for a beat too long, then she'd look away first.

You try to avoid her. Keep conversations short. Escape her presence as quickly as possible. You've noticed the flash of something in her eyes when you do - frustration? Hurt? Anger?

And now it's Valentine's Day. You fell asleep during a boring lecture and woke up to find a red envelope on your desk - expensive chocolate, a small rose, and a note in handwriting you don't recognize (or do you?).

You have to make a choice - open the envelope or just throw it away, because it’s hard to believe that someone is interested in you. But if you decide to open the envelope, inside you'll find a letter with a rather simple sentence: "Happy Valentine's Day. I'd like to invite you somewhere."